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Darkness Before Dawn
By J. A. London
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The first book in a romantic and drama-packed trilogy perfect for fans of Rachel Vincent, Julie Kagawa, and Alyson Noel.
At seventeen, Dawn Montgomery knows that monsters really do come out at night—after all, they are her job. It’s just after the thirty-years war between vampires and humans, and as an ambassador between the two sides (a role she inherited when her parents were killed), Dawn quickly learns that balancing schoolwork, teen life, and the requests of Lord Valentine, the most frightening vampire in the region, isn’t easy.
And it only gets more complicated when she forms a tentative friendship with Victor, the mysterious stranger who rescued her from a hoard of vampires…only to discover that not only is Victor a vampire, but that he is Lord Valentine’s son.
Soon Dawn is struggling to remember that with everything on the line, she can’t afford to fall for the enemy…
Lusciously romantic and full of action-packed drama, readers will be swept away by this thrilling novel, the first in a trilogy.
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Darkness Before Dawn
By J. A. London
Description
The first book in a romantic and drama-packed trilogy perfect for fans of Rachel Vincent, Julie Kagawa, and Alyson Noel.
At seventeen, Dawn Montgomery knows that monsters really do come out at night—after all, they are her job. It’s just after the thirty-years war between vampires and humans, and as an ambassador between the two sides (a role she inherited when her parents were killed), Dawn quickly learns that balancing schoolwork, teen life, and the requests of Lord Valentine, the most frightening vampire in the region, isn’t easy.
And it only gets more complicated when she forms a tentative friendship with Victor, the mysterious stranger who rescued her from a hoard of vampires…only to discover that not only is Victor a vampire, but that he is Lord Valentine’s son.
Soon Dawn is struggling to remember that with everything on the line, she can’t afford to fall for the enemy…
Lusciously romantic and full of action-packed drama, readers will be swept away by this thrilling novel, the first in a trilogy.
- Publisher:
- HarperTeen
- Released:
- May 29, 2012
- ISBN:
- 9780062114327
- Format:
- Book
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Prologue
YEAR NINE OF THE NEW WORLD ORDER
As the carriage rolled across the desolate plains, the assassin slid his gaze over to his traveling companions. Husband and wife. Joined by love and a dedication that would soon cost them everything.
It’s unusual for Lord Valentine to send an escort along for our journey back to Denver,
the wife said, studying him.
Attacks have increased lately,
he replied, his tone as dead and uncaring as he was.
We are appreciative of the consideration,
the husband added. The Great Vampire Lord doesn’t often show such favor.
You were always his favorites,
he said, already speaking of the couple in the past tense.
The moon was high and clear, its blue light piercing through the windows. The horses were traveling at a full gallop, their hooves pounding against the ground in perfect rhythm.
Lord Valentine was pleased with the latest blood supply figures,
the wife said, a nervous tic in her voice, as she perhaps recognized that not all was right.
Of course,
he assured her, although quantities and numbers were irrelevant to him. He marveled at their innocence. I would like to ask you a question,
he said, looking directly at the husband. Does your daughter have any idea about her true heritage?
The man was taken aback. It was the last thing he expected to hear.
Dawn lives in ignorance,
he said. And it is my dearest wish that she stay that way forever.
A shame,
the assassin murmured.
What is he talking about?
the woman asked, concern etched across her face.
She doesn’t know, the assassin realized. Her husband has kept the truth from her. I’ll never understand these humans.
It’s nothing, love,
the husband said, his attempt at a comforting tone so butchered it was comical.
Oh, it’s everything,
the assassin replied.
The past was buried long ago. There’s no reason to dig it up.
The assassin looked at them both and was satisfied. Those would be their last words on this earth.
No pain was felt. It happened too fast. All was over before they could even scream.
Chapter 1
THREE MONTHS LATER…
Standing on my balcony, I watch the sun paint its descent across the sky. Soon the monsters will come out to play. They like the night. They feed on it.
Sometimes they feed on us.
From here, I can see the twenty-foot-high concrete wall that surrounds Denver. It was built shortly after the thirty-year war that pitted humans against vampires came to an end. It keeps out most of the monsters. Most of them.
Tomorrow night the Agency—which is responsible for protecting the city—will send me out beyond the wall. Alone for the first time as the official delegate to one of the most powerful vampires in the world: Lord Valentine.
Just like my parents. For two long years they met with Lord Valentine twice a month to discuss vampire-human relations, negotiate the blood supply, appeal to his mercy—what little he has of it. Before them, other delegates served, but none lasted as long; none pleased Valentine the way that they did. While my father was the official delegate, my mother wouldn’t let him carry the burden alone. They loved each other so much. I try not to resent that she placed her love for my father above her love for me. She knew the dangers, knew I could be left an orphan. Still, she traveled at my father’s side. Then one night, three months ago, they didn’t come home. Their burned carriage was found abandoned by the road, the ground around it soaked in blood.
Valentine sent condolences and an assurance that those responsible—rogue vampires traveling through the area—had been dealt with. Later I learned that he tied the accused to crucifixes outside the wall, forced them to greet the sun. Because vampires heal quickly, it must have been a long, excruciating death as they slowly turned to ash until all that remained was their fangs. For some reason, those never burn.
My parents’ memorial service had barely ended when Valentine notified the Agency that he wanted me to take over as delegate. No one asked why he chose me. When someone has the power to destroy all you hold dear if he’s not happy, you do whatever it takes to keep him satisfied. Even if it kills you inside. Even if most of what you hold dear has already been taken. But sometimes I do wonder: Why me? I’m only seventeen, the youngest delegate ever appointed.
The Agency assigned Rachel Goodwin to serve as my guardian. She moved into my family’s apartment to watch over and guide me. She’s also my mentor, teaching me all the ins and outs of being a delegate and dealing with vampires—etiquette, protocol, and the manners that Valentine expects those who meet with him to exhibit. For two months now I’ve been meeting Lord Valentine with Rachel by my side. She did most of the talking; I was just there to observe her interactions with Valentine. But following our last meeting, the Lord Vampire told her that she was no longer needed and that I was ready to go solo. The Agency didn’t argue, but then, they seldom do. That’s my job.
Okay, I’ve got the address.
With green eyes gleaming, my best friend, Tegan Romano, snaps her cell phone shut and jerks me back to the present as she joins me on the balcony. She gives me the location of the party. It’s in an area of the city that still reflects the devastation from the war.
I think about texting it to Michael, even though I know he’s taking his advanced defense class tonight.
Don’t even think about texting him,
Tegan says, as though she’s reading my mind. Tonight is girls’ night.
But I’d feel better having Michael there. Michael Colt has already been accepted into the Night Watchmen’s elite bodyguard training division. Right now, he’s just marking time until graduation next spring.
You’re not cheating on him if all you do is dance,
she adds.
It’s not that. I just … miss him.
With my delegate preparations and his bodyguard training, we’ve had so little time for each other lately.
You can see him tomorrow. Besides, he’s busy tonight anyway, right? Otherwise he’d be here and you wouldn’t be stuck with me.
"I’m not stuck with you."
So come on. Since you two got so ridiculously serious, you hardly ever hang out with me anymore.
We hang out.
And I’m the third wheel.
Not usually. She almost always has a guy with her. Just no one she’s head-over-heels crazy about like I am with Michael. It’s kinda funny. Michael and I grew up together, were always friends, and then about four months ago, on a dare at a party, we kissed. I think the sparks we ignited surprised both of us. We’ve been an item ever since.
As Tegan and I step back into the apartment, the radio gives the evening announcement: Sunset will be at seven fifteen p.m. and twenty-three seconds. At the sound of the third beep, the official time will be six thirty-five p.m.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Out of habit, we check our watches and cell phones to make sure the hour and minutes are correct. Accuracy can determine life and death most nights, as we race the dark home, huddle in our rooms to await dawn. But not tonight.
Tegan’s mother knows she’s spending the night, but she expects us to stay here under Rachel’s watchful gaze.
Turning off the radio, I’m glad that Rachel’s working late at the Agency right now. She’d never approve of what Tegan and I are doing. The party is being held at a house near the wall.
This party is going to rock,
Tegan says.
How did you even hear about it?
I ask as I snatch my leather jacket from where I’d draped it over the couch earlier and slip it on. My favorite part is the fur-lined collar; it keeps my neck warm, makes it feel protected. My black hair is curling riotously past my shoulders. I decided not to tame it. Tonight I want to be as wild as my hair.
Oh, you know,
she says evasively. A friend of a friend who knows a guy…
She knows lots of guys. They all want to know her. She’s petite, with short blond hair that frames her pixie face and makes her startling green eyes stand out.
I stop at the door. Do they go to our school?
No. The one on the other side of the city. What does it matter?
Warning bells go off in my head. What do you know about these people?
"They’re vampires," she says sarcastically, not happy that I’m questioning things.
That’s not funny.
Well, what do you think? You’ve gotten so paranoid since—
She stops, looks embarrassed. I know what she was going to say. Since my parents were killed. I’m not paranoid. I’m just being cautious.
These people are okay.
She shrugs. I’m going. Be a chicken if you want and stay here.
She opens the door. I can’t let her go alone. No. That’s just an excuse, a weak justification. The truth is: I want to go.
Hold up.
I grab one of several metal stakes that sit in a ceramic vase like a hideous flower arrangement and wedge it inside my leather boot. I never leave home without one after the sun sets.
I close and lock the door behind me. She wraps her arm around mine, and we walk in sync to the elevator. We’re going to have so much fun,
Tegan assures me.
I try to believe it. I want to believe. A final night of fun before I face my destiny.
The few precious cities left in the world are each controlled by an Old Family patriarch or a trusted member of his family. Lord Valentine is one of the oldest. He was the first to make the presence of vampires known. Although it’s been nearly fifty years since they stepped from myth into reality, the history books explain how it played out. They became overnight celebrities. From nighttime talk shows to the lowliest paparazzi, everyone wanted a piece. The number one question wasn’t how many people they’d killed or even how many vampires existed in the world. It was about fashion and traveling and how they saw humans. We had vampires in our midst and all we wanted to know was their opinions about us. We were so egocentric and oblivious, eager for entertainment. We’re not so entertained now.
I can almost understand why we were so naïve. After all, they must not have seemed that different from us: They have heartbeats, they breathe, their skin is warm. But the similarities only served to distract us from seeing the monsters hiding within—until it was too late.
Outside, Tegan and I head to the nearest trolley stop. Since the war ended, the only decent transportation in this city is the trolleys. Connected to the tracks and electrical lines above them that shoot out sparks, they carry people toward their destination. Always on time. Always efficient. Tonight it’s crowded and we have to stand. Tegan’s so close to the door that her leg sticks out and she playfully touches the ground every few minutes until the conductor yells at her to stop.
There aren’t many cars these days. People are left to walk the streets or take the trolleys, which are the lifeblood of this city. And if they’re the blood, the Works is the heart. No matter how many times I pass by it, I’m still captivated by its sprawling mass of steel pipes reaching out to the sky; only a handful of other buildings match its height. Out of the top plumes the constant blue smoke created from the processing and burning of coal, which fuels the massive generator that provides electricity. Rub your finger across any wall in the city and it comes back black. The closer you are to the Works, the more power you get and the more regular it is. The area near the wall where we’re heading puts up with daily rolling blackouts.
We head away from the center of the city. Plastering the walls along our route are the propaganda posters set up by the Agency to encourage citizens to donate blood.
A tube going from an arm into a glass mug: HAVE YOU GIVEN YOUR PINT TODAY?
An unrealistic image of a woman giving blood while tucking her daughter into bed: KEEP THEM FED SO YOUR CHILDREN CAN REST THEIR HEADS.
A veteran from the war in a wheelchair: THEY GAVE THEIR BLOOD; NOW GIVE YOURS.
As part of the VampHu Treaty that ended the war, humans in the cities supply blood to the vampires on the outside. In return the vampires don’t attack the cities. Donating blood is voluntary; no one is forced to do it. At first, people were so scared of the vampires, the tragedies of war still recent memories, that they fled to the nearest donation site in the hope of keeping their new vampire masters fat and jolly. But after only a few years people are now full of excuses: I’m too busy; I have to make dinner; I have schoolwork. They assume others will do it for them. Our once-steady supply is beginning to slip. Every month we receive less. Which makes my new position as delegate much more challenging.
The sun dips below the horizon, turning the city from deep orange to light blue to dark purple, and finally to black. Everyone around us begins to fidget, checking watches as if in disbelief. They begin calling home, their signals bouncing off the one and only cell tower in the middle of the city. I’m okay, they say. I got off late. I know. I know. I’ll be home soon. The trolley is too slow for some, and they simply get off and make a dash for it.
That’s a dangerous game to play, but some protection is out tonight: I spy a Night Watchman slipping out of an alley. They’re easy to spot. Dressed all in black, they wear a balaclava or hood to hide their identity, and a distinctive medallion to distinguish them as an official elite guard of the city, a piece of metal so intricately designed that it’s impossible to copy. While most people scurry indoors once the sun sets, the Watchmen come out to hunt for the rogue vampires that sneak past the wall into the city.
And Michael will be a Watchman soon....
I try not to think about the dangers he’ll face. I’ve lost my parents and my brother. My brother, Brady, was only twenty when he died. I don’t know if I can survive losing someone else I care about so much. I shake off the thoughts. Tonight is about having fun.
As we travel farther out, the streets stop having names; the buildings stop having signs. After twenty more minutes of rumbling along, taking in the row houses and the homeless people staggering just outside of them, Tegan says, This is our stop.
We hop off while the trolley is still moving slowly, and I follow her. Bad things can happen to those who wander out here. The rebuilding efforts haven’t extended this far yet. It’s a part of town that most parents forbid their kids to visit. They think we’re too young, can’t take care of ourselves. Because it’s not a heavily populated part of the city, no guards are out here patrolling the streets. I know that makes it dangerous. But sometimes we just want to prove that we’re not afraid of the dark.
Even when we are.
Chapter 2
We wander through the neighborhood, searching for the right street. The cool thing about being this far from the center of the city is that in place of massive apartment towers are actual houses. Sure, they’re on shaky foundations and they’re just one storm away from being knocked over, but they’re houses nonetheless.
Here it is,
Tegan says.
The house we’re in front of has more lights on inside than any other on the block, which isn’t saying much. Music is spilling into the street. Through the windows, I see the shadowy silhouettes of guys and girls having a great time. At the door, a large bouncer, six and a half feet tall and built like a train, holds out his hand to stop our progress. He has several crucifixes dangling from chains around his neck, despite the fact that they were proven to be ineffective against vampires long ago. I’ve even seen vampires wearing them.
Fang check,
he says, and Tegan shoots him a wide grin. He lifts up her lip, examines her teeth, then waves her in.
Fang check,
he says to me, and I endure the same process, his burly fingers rough against my mouth. Have fun, ladies.
It’s a silly ritual. Vampires can keep their fangs retracted, and when they do, they look just like us. But I guess whatever makes people feel safe…
Inside the music is deafening. Five guys and a girl are on a makeshift stage set up in the huge living room. Drums. Bass. Guitar. Synthesizer. Mic. They’ve got everything. The boys are attacking the instruments like their lives depend on it, but it’s the girl who catches my eye. She’s my age, but she has utterly mesmerizing tattoos covering one arm. She’s singing with one of the guys, but it’s her voice that comes through. It’s grungy, like she’s been smoking since she was born. Her hair is butchered, cut just above her chin.
That’s who I want to be. I want to be her. I want to be able to do anything I want, instead of what I’m forced to do. I don’t want to have to wear particular clothes or keep my hair a certain length because the Lord Vampire insists. I want to have no responsibilities. No worries.
Tegan grabs my arm and pulls me through the crowd. In the kitchen an older guy is handing out beer in small cups. It doesn’t taste very good, but still I chug it, then grab another and drink it as well. I want a buzz, anything to keep me from thinking about the dangers I’ll face tomorrow night. No one here cares that we’re only seventeen. It’s one of the reasons that Tegan chose this party. The other is that no one knows us. For someone like me, anonymity is rare.
Where are you two from?
a guy asks us. He’s tall, with shaggy blond hair. Based on the smile Tegan is flashing at him, I can tell she thinks he’s cute, but he’s not really my type.
Downtown,
she says, referring to the center of the city. The very safe, recently rebuilt center.
He laughs. A couple of good girls, huh?
Not all good.
She winks; he grins.
You ever been this close to the wall?
No, and we’re so scared,
Tegan says, holding on to me and faking a shiver.
Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.
He pulls his right pants leg up to reveal a wooden stake strapped to his calf.
Tegan looks like she’s impressed, but she’s carrying one as well. And, like me, she knows how to use it. Neither of us believes in relying on someone else for protection.
The guy looks at me, gives a little jerky nod. Cool ink.
Thanks.
I know he’s referring to the crucifixes tattooed on my neck. One on each side, right where a vampire’s fangs would go. My brother had a pair as well. Not that they did him any good. I tell myself that now isn’t the time to be thinking about it. The nightmares devour my sleep; I can’t let them consume my waking moments, too.
The guy signals the one pouring the drinks to get two more.
Some of the premium stuff,
he says, handing each of us a cup. It might sit better with you. After all, you’re probably used to fine downtown drinks. Not that other garbage.
We take them. Tegan, as if she has something to prove, swallows it in one gulp. Awesome stuff. I could use another.
Sure thing,
he says, before stopping and staring at me, my drink still in hand, untouched. Hey, you look familiar.
My heart jumps, slams against my ribs. I’m going to be in big trouble if he recognizes me. My face has been plastered all over the news and newspapers lately. Luckily, it’s an official delegate photo—partial profile, hair up, makeup designed to make me look older, a blouse with a high collar covering my tattoos, and a dark jacket. Just one of those faces, I guess.
I think Tegan picks up on my nervousness, because she starts pushing me toward the door. Maybe we’ll see you on the dance floor,
she says to Shaggy Guy.
She grabs my arm and drags me out of the kitchen before I even have a chance to drink the premium stuff, and I toss my still-full cup into an open trash can. Dancing is hard enough for me, but drinking while rocking to the beat—forget it.
Don’t worry. No one is going to figure out who you are,
she whispers near my ear.
I hope you’re right.
I’m always right.
In the living room, she pulls me toward the dance floor, already swaying her hips, getting into the rhythm. Then she grins broadly as two guys approach. It’s just that easy for her. The little game is played, each one jockeying for position, deciding whether they want her or me.
Tegan whispers into their ears and then cuts to the chase, yelling to me over the music, This is Chris
—she points to a guy with flaming red hair and a solar system of freckles covering his face—and Marc.
His black hair falls across his brow, nearly hiding his eyes. Pick one.
Like they’re door prizes.
After downing the beer so fast, I feel as though everything is moving slowly. I don’t want to make any decisions. Tonight was supposed to be decision-free. Turns out it is. Before I can answer, Tegan takes off with Chris, and Marc grabs my hand and pulls me deeper into the crowd. Then he releases his hold and starts gyrating. I tell myself that I need this. Some fun, a little craziness. Everyone is looking for a good time, because nothing is simple anymore. Maybe it never was.
The music thumps, changes tunes, and we’re just dancing. I move my head from side to side, letting my long hair whip back and forth. I forget about my responsibilities. Forget about what awaits me tomorrow night. Forget everything except the rhythm of the beat.
One song shifts into another. I get lost in the moment and, in the process, lose sight of Tegan. It doesn’t worry me until I realize several songs have passed since I saw her. My body is damp from dancing, the crowd is suffocating me, and suddenly I feel like there’s no escape from this wall of bodies. I need some air. I need some space. I need Tegan.
I’ll be right back,
I shout into Marc’s ear. But he doesn’t care. He just turns and starts dancing with someone else.
Wading through the forest of dancers, I circle the room. Tegan’s nowhere to be seen. I go back to the kitchen. She’s not at the beer counter, and neither are the two guys who were talking with us earlier. My instincts warn me that something’s not right, and I always listen to those.
I move back into the living room and hear a commotion on the stairs leading to the next floor. Quickly I start up them, pushing past a couple caught in a lip-lock. Tegan’s gold-glittered boots become visible. I see her struggling to climb up the steps. She’s being helped by the guy with blond, shaggy hair. The one who gave us special drinks.
The pieces fall into place when Tegan starts laughing maniacally and has trouble standing. Her top-quality beer was laced with something designed to make her more … agreeable. Not all the monsters have fangs.
The guy keeps pulling her up, whispering into her ear, and rage fills me. I storm up the steps and push him as hard as I can.
He crashes to the floor. Hey, bitch!
He pops back to his feet, trying to stare me down, but I’m not in the mood to be intimidated. Tegan wraps her arm around the banister, using it as a crutch to remain standing. Dawn?
My name gets tangled on her tongue. I was … to play a game with … um… What’s your name?
She looks disoriented, eyes glazed over, her head wobbling like it’s too big for her neck.
Come on, Tegan, we’re going.
I wrap my hand around her arm. The guy reaches for his stake, but I’m faster. Mine is out, the tip pressed against his chest before he even touches his.
These work equally well on people,
I say.
His eyes widen. He raises his hands, backs up.
I know who you are now,
he says, his voice laced with disgust. Dawn Montgomery. The city’s new delegate.
"So you
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Dawn Montgomery is the delegate between humans and vampires, the one in charge of blood negotiations, etc. I loved her! She was well trained in kick-ass-ness but that didn't take away from her vulnerability. She was still frightened by the scary (sort of Anne Ricey) vampires. She was broken by the murders of her parents and her older brother, and that shaped a lot of her opinions about vampires. I thought she was very believable, and probably someone I would want to be friends with.
I thought the world building was intriguing: the walled-in cities, the Night Train, the lack of travel, the trolleys, everything. London (a mother-son collaboration) really embraced the idea of vampiric monsters and I loved the emphasis on the sun's cycles. Her vampires were nothing like what we're used to seeing in YA. They weren't sparkly (lol, I had to) and they weren't cuddly. This seems to be a new direction YA vampire books are taking, and I'm 100% behind it!
This book does include a love triangle but I wouldn't let it deter you. It ends in a surprising way, one that I wouldn't have guessed. The thing that saddened me though, was the way Michael (Dawn's boyfriend) was always compared to Victor. It made Michael seem like a weakling, emasculating him in a way that I thought was unfair. I really like Victor though, and his story really intrigues me. I can't wait to read more about him in the upcoming sequels.
I have two complaints about this book. First of all, I was nearly two hundred pages in before I found a smidgen of a speck of a dust particle of a plot. Halfway through the book, I noticed that while I was loving it, I really didn't know what the plot was. I wish that the story was more evident from the beginning, but I realize that a lot of world and character building had to be done in order for it to be at all believable. My second complaint is one that I notice with a lot of YA. Dawn was only seventeen, still in high school and everything. It really made no sense why she should be chosen as delegate, even if her parents served before her. She was the youngest ever, and even if she was strong and often times very sure of herself, she was in many ways still a kid. Since this novel is sort of dystopic there was no reason for her to be 17. She could have been 19-20 and it would have made more sense. 19-20 is still a young adult (hell, I'm only 22 and I consider myself a young adult. That's what I am!) I feel like the book would have been more believable -- I mean, her 17 year old boyfriend was chosen to be in an elite task force against vampires. How does that make any sense?
In all though, I thought Darkness Before Dawn was thoroughly enjoyable. While the title coupled with our MC's name is a little cheesy, I still found Dawn to be very likable, someone I would want to be around, and someone I definitely would like to continue to read about. I like the characters -- Tegan, Michael and Sin, Dawn's friends (although I'd like to say that Sinclair also known as Sin was a character in Nina Malkin's Swoon series and that bothered me.) The story was enjoyable, and I'm definitely a fan of the more monstrous vampires that seem to be trending in YA right now. Very much recommended.
Dawn Montgomery is the delegate between humans and vampires, the one in charge of blood negotiations, etc. I loved her! She was well trained in kick-ass-ness but that didn't take away from her vulnerability. She was still frightened by the scary (sort of Anne Ricey) vampires. She was broken by the murders of her parents and her older brother, and that shaped a lot of her opinions about vampires. I thought she was very believable, and probably someone I would want to be friends with.
I thought the world building was intriguing: the walled-in cities, the Night Train, the lack of travel, the trolleys, everything. London (a mother-son collaboration) really embraced the idea of vampiric monsters and I loved the emphasis on the sun's cycles. Her vampires were nothing like what we're used to seeing in YA. They weren't sparkly (lol, I had to) and they weren't cuddly. This seems to be a new direction YA vampire books are taking, and I'm 100% behind it!
This book does include a love triangle but I wouldn't let it deter you. It ends in a surprising way, one that I wouldn't have guessed. The thing that saddened me though, was the way Michael (Dawn's boyfriend) was always compared to Victor. It made Michael seem like a weakling, emasculating him in a way that I thought was unfair. I really like Victor though, and his story really intrigues me. I can't wait to read more about him in the upcoming sequels.
I have two complaints about this book. First of all, I was nearly two hundred pages in before I found a smidgen of a speck of a dust particle of a plot. Halfway through the book, I noticed that while I was loving it, I really didn't know what the plot was. I wish that the story was more evident from the beginning, but I realize that a lot of world and character building had to be done in order for it to be at all believable. My second complaint is one that I notice with a lot of YA. Dawn was only seventeen, still in high school and everything. It really made no sense why she should be chosen as delegate, even if her parents served before her. She was the youngest ever, and even if she was strong and often times very sure of herself, she was in many ways still a kid. Since this novel is sort of dystopic there was no reason for her to be 17. She could have been 19-20 and it would have made more sense. 19-20 is still a young adult (hell, I'm only 22 and I consider myself a young adult. That's what I am!) I feel like the book would have been more believable -- I mean, her 17 year old boyfriend was chosen to be in an elite task force against vampires. How does that make any sense?
In all though, I thought Darkness Before Dawn was thoroughly enjoyable. While the title coupled with our MC's name is a little cheesy, I still found Dawn to be very likable, someone I would want to be around, and someone I definitely would like to continue to read about. I like the characters -- Tegan, Michael and Sin, Dawn's friends (although I'd like to say that Sinclair also known as Sin was a character in Nina Malkin's Swoon series and that bothered me.) The story was enjoyable, and I'm definitely a fan of the more monstrous vampires that seem to be trending in YA right now. Very much recommended.